That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can't… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“There is nothing under the sun…nor under the moon, no entity of intellect, that does not have to believe something about itself,… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
In these last few days, we were close because we were both mortal men. We saw the same sun and the same… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
We are not damned. We never were. Who under the sun has the right to damn any living breathing creature? — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Lestat and Louie feel sorry for vampires that sparkle in the sun. They would never hurt immortals who choose to spend eternity… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
The finest thing under the sun and moon is the human soul. I marvel at the small miracles of kindness that pass… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can't… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“There had never been any talent, any talent to draw or paint or to make music or to write or to make any of… — anne rice Copy Share Image
“there are only two things which I believe—the first is that no mortal can refuse the Dark Gift once he really knows what it… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Lie quiet and you will lapse back into peace again. Be like the god Heimdall before the battle call, so still that you can… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
All the stories I have told you are finally as useless as all ancient knowledge is to man and to us. Its images and… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
If you want to be a writer, write. Write and write and write. If you stop, start again. Save everything that you write. If… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“you do get wiser when you live for hundreds of years; but you also have more time to turn out as badly as your… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“I don't need to sleep to play. I'm crazy anyway. Being crazier still could only help.” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
